Special Forces: Crazy!You call this a cook

Chapter 3 off-road competition?

Three days later.

The military skill competition has begun.

This is a competition in the entire military region. Not only are the Sixth Company of Mechanized Infantry and the Fourth Company of Sharpshooters from the Iron Fist Regiment coming, but there are also the Eighth Tiger Regiment, the First Sharp Knife Regiment, the Interleaving Regiment, and the Third Red Flag Regiment...

There were even reporters from the TV station, as well as many high-level officials present.

There are a lot of troops participating in the competition, all of them are neatly arranged together, and every soldier holds his head high, looking full of confidence.

Among these soldiers, one squad stood out.

That is the four-company cooking team with the scapegoat on their backs.

"I'm going, Master Kang, is there no one in your iron fist group? Why did you even pull out the cooking class to make a big scene?"

Li Sheng from the Second Regiment walked up to Kang Lei and said in a strange way.

"Heh, the cooking squad is also a special unit of my Iron Fist regiment. Do you think it's like your cooking squad, except for cooking, it just sweeps the floor and doesn't even touch guns?"

Kang Lei glanced at Li Sheng and said ironically.

"Okay, Master Kong, I'll just wait a while to see how you look like you've lost a lot in the martial arts competition!"

Li Sheng said dissatisfied.

"Li Tuan, we dare not say anything else in the Iron Fist team. It is soft to win the championship. Our Master Kong will not get frustrated. Just don't cry for a while."

Gong Jian came to Kang Lei and said kindly to Li Sheng.

It's just that although his expression is pleasant, his words are full of thorns.

"Okay, you guys continue to be crazy, ha ha."

Li Shengbai glanced at Gong Jian, turned around and returned to his regiment.

Although Kang Lei was very confident just now, there were too many elite infantry companies on the scene at this time, and he didn't know what to do, so he called the squad leaders of each company over for a meeting.

"Do you have any ideas, please speak freely."

Kang Lei said.

Hearing this, the squad leader always looked at me and I looked at you and had nothing to say.

"Then let me tell you."

Kang Lei walked among the crowd and said in a low voice, "No matter what, we must win Li Sheng's second regiment. The strategy we use is also very simple, that is Tian Ji's horse racing."

"Lao Li likes to get off to a good start. He will definitely send his strongest pawn to compete in the first round. Let's send a pawn from a weaker class to compete."

After two sentences, Kang Lei closed his mouth.

Then everyone turned their attention to Lao Cui, the head of the cooking class.

"Okay, so together we are inferior horses?"

Although Lao Cui had been mentally prepared for this, he still felt a little uncomfortable being treated as an inferior horse.

"No, no, it's not that you are inferior horses, but that your soldiers can be used as inferior horses to compete... Oh, that's the way it is anyway, you know."

Kang Lei said.

"I know."

Lao Cui turned around and looked at Chen Hao and ordered: "Private Chen Hao, go and compete with the soldiers sent by the Second Regiment later. You must earn face for our cooking team and come back!"

"Yes!"

Chen Hao is also full of energy at this time.

Not only the people from other regiments look down on the cooking class, but also the people from the Iron Fist group, so let them see that the cooking class can also come out to strengthen people!

"Don't put pressure on him."

Kang Lei said to Lao Cui, paused, then looked at Chen Hao, and ordered: "You just do your best. After all, your cooking team spends more than half of the day cooking. It's normal that you can't compare with others."

Hearing this, Chen Hao said nothing and stood aside to prepare to play.

Next to him is the person from the fourth company's combat department, and He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing are not far away.

"The shooting level of the cooking class should be okay, but it is definitely not as good as the people in the second regiment. The shooting still depends on us."

He Chenguang said to Wang Yanbing.

"Not only shooting, fighting, armed cross-country, etc. also depend on us."

Wang Yanbing has no confidence in the cooking class.

……

The first project is armed cross-country.

The more things you take before the game for this event, the more points you will add after the game, so the people sent by each regiment try their best to hang things on their bodies.

Chen Hao is no exception.

"Xiao Chen, how much can you take?"

Old Cui asked.

"Fifty kilograms."

Chen Hao stretched out five fingers indifferently.

"Are you crazy? That weighs a hundred pounds. How can you still run with so many things hanging on it?"

Kang Lei next to him reprimanded him.

"can!"

Chen Hao insisted on his own opinion.

There was no other way, Lao Cui could only hang a total of fifty kilograms of things on Chen Hao's body.

In addition to the big black pot, there are armed backpacks, as well as rifles and bullets.

If you put it on someone else's body, you can only walk with this one-hundred-jin thing hanging on it, but Chen Hao's physical fitness has been greatly strengthened, so there is no problem at all.

"Run!"

After everyone was ready, the referee pulled the trigger of the starting gun.

After a gunshot, Chen Hao was the first to run out, with a bunch of things hanging on his body but it did not affect his speed at all, far surpassing the people next to him who had less things.

When the other laps had just finished, Chen Hao had already started the second lap.

"Who the hell is this?"

"The physical fitness of the cooking class is so good, it must be full of fish and meat!"

The soldiers of the other regiments were stunned, looking at Chen Hao with incredible eyes.

"You are a very good soldier."

Kang Lei said to Lao Cui.

"That's natural. Chen Hao is the trump card of our cooking class. He will participate in all the competitions, and he will show those who look down on our cooking class that we are not just a bunch of cooks!"

Old Cui laughed.

"If you put it this way, Chen Hao is really not an inferior horse."

Gong Jian said in a deep voice.

While speaking, Chen Hao had already finished the fifth lap.

Seeing how powerful he was, the others not only didn't get discouraged, but ran even harder and gradually caught up with Chen Hao.

Chen Hao's physical fitness has indeed been greatly strengthened, but it has not reached the point of unlimited physical strength. The further he goes, the more heavy things behind him will drag his footsteps down.

Gradually, Chen Hao's speed slowed down.

"Come on, Brother Chen!"

Wang Xing had the loudest voice, and a roar resounded throughout the scene of the military skill competition.

Then the people from the cooking class, the people from the Sixth Company, and the people from the Sixth Company all started to cheer for Chen Hao.

Chen Hao gritted his teeth and sprinted forward with all his strength.

Last lap, finish.

"Private Chen Hao, carrying a fifty kilogram load, plus five points, won No. 1!"

The referee announced loudly with a megaphone.

"Won!"

"Great!"

"Brother Chen is awesome, Brother Chen is mighty!"

"..."

Chen Hao just won the armed cross-country project, which was enough to make Lao Cui and others ecstatic.

This is not the first time that the military competition has been held, and it is certainly not the first time that the cooking class has participated, but every time they have lost miserably.

There is no other reason.

Just because the cooking class takes a long time to cook and less training time, unless you are very talented, no matter how much you train, you can't compare with the soldiers in other people's war department.

This is inevitable.

But now Chen Hao has broken this necessity!

(End of this chapter)